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Your seas sing a lullaby

Soothing the tantrums of a 20 year old child

With a heart beating to a wrong song

With a head filled with misplaced chemicals

You’re a long drive to a market

Miles away from the centre

For cheap vegetables and kuih muih

Every weekend with my favourite couple

You’re a landmark

In the middle of a roundabout

With a little bit of ja ne sais quoi quality

Or some would say 

just another architectural faux pas

You’re a record-breaking haze

That drove my parents to the other end of the island

With a month-old baby

Termanja sampai berhutang beli AC

You’re the choral speaking practices

The public speaking jitters

Can I really say I’m a debater

When all I got for show are certs and none of the character

You’re a memory

That I wished were frozen in time

Like a saved game in the Sims

But I realised too late that in real life

Story Progression is always on